Produced by David Edwards, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) MYSTERY RANCH BY ARTHUR CHAPMAN AUTHOR OF "OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS," AND "CACTUS CENTER" BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge 1921 COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & CO. COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY ARTHUR CHAPMAN ALL RIGHTS RESERVED CHAPTER I There was a swift padding of moccasined feet through the hall leading to the Indian agent's office. Ordinarily Walter Lowell would not have looked up from his desk. He recognized the footfalls of Plenty Buffalo, his chief of Indian police, but this time there was an absence of the customary leisureliness in the official's stride. The agent's eyes were questioning Plenty Buffalo before the police chief had more than entered the doorway. The Indian, a broad-shouldered, powerfully built man in a blue uniform, stopped at the agent's desk and saluted. Lowell knew better than to ask him a question at the outset. News speeds best without urging when an Indian tells it. The clerk who acted as interpreter dropped his papers and moved nearer, listening intently as Plenty Buffalo spoke rapidly in his tribal tongue. "A man has been murdered on the road just off the reservation," announced the interpreter. Still the agent did not speak. "I just found him," went on the police chief to the clerk, who interpreted rapidly. "You'd better come and look things over." "How do you know he was murdered?" asked the agent, reaching for his desk telephone. "He was shot." "But couldn't he have shot himself?" "No. He's staked down." Lowell straightened up suddenly, a tingle of apprehension running through him. Staked down--and on the edge of the Indian reservation! Matters were being brought close home. "Is there anything to tell who he is?" "I didn't look around much," said Plenty Buffalo. "There's an auto in the road. That's what I saw first." "Where is the body?" "A few yards from the auto, on the prairie." The agent called the sheriff's office at White Lodge, the adjoining county seat. The sheriff was out, but Lowell left the necessary information as to the location of the automobile and the body. Then he put on his hat, and, gathering up his gloves, motioned to Plenty Buffalo and the interpreter to follow him to his automobile which was standing in front of the agency office. Plenty Buffalo's pony was left at the hitching-rack, to recover from the hard run it had just been given. The wooden-handled quirt at the saddle had not been spared by the Indian.